I Have Deep Love For The Cat.

I have deep love for the cat.

I need it, desperately

I'm gonna use his tail to crush my abdomen, who the fuck decided period cramps were a good idea, can I refund this please

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Characters: Sebastian & Reader

Scenario: You are meeting your partner again after thinking over the years that he died.

Tags: Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Reunion

Words: 1,1k

It all began the moment you arrived.

The vent burst open with force, clattering through the dark hallway like a paper bird caught in the wind, hitting a distant corner with a soft, lingering echo. Sebastian heard the shifting and clattering from within the duct—an unmistakable signal that someone was entering his little shop. His shop, a place that served more his own needs than the fleeting whims of the foolish, disposable souls who wandered in. Each one more clueless than the last, leaving him to wonder if Urbanshade's plans would ever succeed.

But then, with just a glimpse, those thoughts evaporated, like clouds dispersed with the simple wave of your hand.

You stood there.

And in the instant he saw you, a wave of loneliness and nostalgia welled up inside him, creeping through his veins and wrapping around his heart with a bittersweet, melancholic grip.

You were as beautiful as the day he had left you. Your hair, though messily tousled, shimmered under the faint glow of his lure, catching the light just as it always had. Your eyes still held that same warmth, the one he had basked in night after night before fate tore you apart. Despite the horrors you must have endured, he knew—it was still you. The love of his life.

He ached for those fleeting touches, the gentle caress of your hand, the way your soft whispers once filled the silence between you. The nights had been so quiet without you, empty without the rhythm of your breath beside him.

He craved it all—the feel of your fingers threading through his raven locks, the soft press of your velvet lips against his cold ones. He longed for the warmth of your presence, the simple comfort of being held in your arms again.

His chest tightened with every breath, the weight of lost time pressing down on him like an anchor. So many nights had passed, empty and hollow without you, but now—now you were standing there, as real and tangible as his own heartbeat. The world outside his small, dark shop faded into the background, leaving only you in the spotlight of his mind.

Sebastian took a tentative step forward as best as he could with his tail, his usually sharp, calculating gaze softened with vulnerability he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. He hesitated, afraid that if he reached for you, you might dissolve into the shadows, just another ghost in his haunted memories.

But you were no ghost. You were real, standing there with the same quiet grace that had always made him feel seen, made him feel... human. He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper, "Is it really you?"

Your eyes, shimmering with the same warmth he had once known so intimately, met his. They held a quiet strength, a testament to the hardships you had survived, but they softened when they fell on him. Without a word, you stepped closer, your hand rising gently to brush a strand of his dark hair from his face. The moment your fingers grazed his skin, he exhaled, a long, shuddering breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“It’s me,” you whispered, your voice as soft and familiar as the nights you spent tangled together beneath the stars.

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as if afraid you might slip away. For so long, he had dreamed of this—of feeling your skin against his, of being enveloped in the comfort only you could give. His hands, trembling with both fear and longing, reached up to cup your face, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheek with a tenderness he thought he had forgotten.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured, his voice breaking at the edges. “I’ve been... I’ve been so lost without you.”

You smiled, a sad, knowing smile, and leaned into his touch. “You never lost me, Sebastian. I’ve always been with you. Even in the dark, I’ve always been there.”

The words struck him deep, filling the hollow spaces in his heart that had been left vacant for so long. Without thinking, he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a desperate embrace. You felt warm—so impossibly warm—against his cold, weary form, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the world seemed a little less cruel.

As you rested your head against his chest, your fingers found their way into his raven hair, just as they used to. He shuddered at the touch, every nerve in his body alight with a craving for your presence. His lips, cool and trembling, brushed against your forehead before finding their way to yours. The kiss was slow, delicate—a reunion of souls more than a meeting of lips.

In that moment, the years apart melted away, and all that remained was you and him, intertwined as if you had never been separated. The shop, the Blacksite, Urbanshade—it all ceased to matter. All that existed was the warmth of your embrace, the softness of your lips, and the steady rhythm of your heart against his chest.

“I have missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, laden with a mixture of pain, relief, and a quiet, aching sadness that softened his usual sharp tone. His words trembled in the stillness between you, as if the weight of them had been held inside for too long.

“I love you too much to ever move on,” he continued, his eyes filled with a sorrow that cut deeper than any words could express. “I was so lost without you. So lost. And even in the darkness, when everything felt cold and empty… you were the only way home. The only one I needed.”

His gaze dropped, as if admitting it hurt too much, as if saying it out loud would unravel him completely. “I tried. I tried to bury it, to forget, but… I couldn’t. You’ve always been the one.”

His breath hitched once more, his chest rising and falling with the weight of emotions he could no longer contain. His eyes searched for you, desperate, pleading, as if looking for an anchor in a world that had left him adrift for far too long. His soul cried out, raw and exposed, longing for the solace only you could provide.

And yet, you stood there, silent.

You didn’t have to say a single word. The glimmer in your gaze, the way the soft light from his lure reflected in your eyes—it spoke volumes. It told him everything he needed to know. That you understood. That you always had. And that, even after everything, you were still there. Still his.

You had arrived after all.

Past and future

Remembering 🥺

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